Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
the Germs,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.